I have no interest in being on this train. I do not want to be away from my home. Yet, here I am speeding up to Trenton and a jour
ney I so look forward to being over. I've done enough, and it's never enough. I'm well aware of that, but there's not much I can do except get through the day and try to contain my anger.
ney I so look forward to being over. I've done enough, and it's never enough. I'm well aware of that, but there's not much I can do except get through the day and try to contain my anger.
I have built a life up for myself despite all of the struggle and I'm heading right into the space that is the source of the self-recrimination that flows through my veins. I shouldn't write that out at the moment.
What should I write out? That I'm not able to do my work fully. That I can feel my sense of self disintegrate with every chug-a-chug and clickity-clack up. I am hopeful I can get past this somehow.
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